Charlotte the fancy hippo put on airs all the time
her clock was better than most, it had a lovely chime
She had the fanciest laces on her pantaloons, for sure.
Charlotte confided that she had sweet smelling manure
Some believed her but others knew much better.
We had smelled her gas through her jeans and sweater.
Today she is on a swing bragging it is the best around.
Some of us are hoping it breaks and she ends up on the ground.
What's there to
Brag about?
When you said
You committed crime
What's there to
Brag about when
You said that
It's not you , it's all out
You should remember
What you have done
For your fun
You made misery
Now it's all over
What have you done
For your sun
Now you face misery
Why do you remember the things?
That was never liked by you
That means you liked them too
Why don't you feel grateful?
That what you wanted got true
But still crying about truth
That means you liked the past too
Tell me why you did it
Why you need to ruin
The evergreen forest
Painting everything grey or blue
Why you ever need to make
Everything go down so gloom
Tell me why it happened?
Cause it was your ego
You wanted to brag about
As it got hurt
As it got little touched
You say you're emphatic
But sadly you're not
That too
when we brag and boast
be about beautiful coast
which we love the most
Boasting inanely,
After taking much booze
You are so bamboozled
Trying to woo some folks.
Singing , "
Boom ,
Bloom,
Hum...hum
Zoom in
the zoo
room.
Boost up
Boost up
Yooh!
Heh...heh! "
You are
boasting
your
stupidity
Unknowingly.
March 16/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Not all tongue that wag
You dishonorably gag …
Of course not that of my Neighbor
Which assigned to itself Christ’s Labor
For it doesn’t behind lag
And will ever out ***,
While demolishing knickers that sag;
Women that fripperies drag,
Hundreds of cosmetics bag,
Fun always pokes at a hag
Or lanes walk that zigzag
And in the church read a mag!
The tongues that sensibly wag
Should about it richly brag,
Even as their victims nag,
Their anger rocky crag.
But we never brag about Norman Fell
A native son of Philly we must tell
A comic like Larry Fine
Heroes now on the line
Six degrees of Kevin Bacon in Hell
challenges in life
positivity wins race
music fulfills soul
Holly bragged to be awesome singer
fans believed she should be the winner
until joined acclaimed contest,
she tried to perform her best
heartbroken~ trophy eluded her.
playing harp with soft delicate fingers Holly's music came alive
January 21, 2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Syllables checked by HMS.com
SECOND PLACE
Republic Day Republic Day
We can celebrate all day
Watch the parade with pride and have a nice time
See the hoisting of the flag from far and wide
Everything is closed so stay at home
Even though you want to go
Salute the Flag from the get go
Dress up in the colours of the flag
Have yummy food but don't brag!
that guy’s sure in rags
sniffing glue from plastic bags
his torn trousers sag
i drive past in fancy jag
paroled with an ankle tag
By
David Kavanagh
Wealth sings in my domain, you conjure the Arab kings of old
your brag of a fat account in a bank with my portrait
is laughed by the mouse stealing from my wasted hay
nature’s balance fights me just for you to have stipends
you try to run the way I do, I’ve left you b’cos I now fly
you display your newly acquired peacock, in my backyard is a muster
a new Mall you have, your speakers taunt towards my direction
my store is permanently dark from the fullness of its resources
my garage, the next century’s prototype for your building to feel sandy
media interviews, social trends, increasing has been your meds
and in every of my birthday, a Yacht joins in the give away
the strata is never full, there’s always a head ahead
don’t compete with any part of the chain or you lose your leg
life is nothing, so I live in the pool of extreme modesty
tempt my guts and you’ll see I’m the host of all currencies.
Chance Rooster had greatest cockscomb around.
The deepest, coppery color, shiny and sound.
He strutted his stuff.
Put on lots of guff.
Turning off most hens for miles around.
I dream every night, she brags. I am wearing an aquamarine chiffon dress, and I am doing the tango.
I hate her a bit, for I do not recall even a petite part of my dreams.
Last night I was dancing with a handsome stranger, he was wearing a tuxedo, she said.
Good. I have never been fond of tuxedos. Now I despise them, and men who wear them.
We lived in a gorgeous house, and we looked down on the little people, she said.
Her true self is coming into the conversation now.
Another teacher in the lunchroom catches my eye.
We throw back our heads and laugh.
We cannot stop.
We are cry-laughing now.
What? She asks, having no idea.
There is no way to explain.
A braggart for sure
The top best at everything
Amazing stories
A hit at a few parties
Until we could not stand him.
Donald Trump decided to score
With a **** Star he thought was an whore
He got less than Bill
But it was a thrill
Just to pay her an hundred grand more!
I'm amazing I know and it's tough not to brag
But it always blurts out, I'm still an old sleazebag
Try but can't hold it in
In self adoration I swim
Only a few are equal to this stunning stag
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